DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Full Metal Alchemist characters, they all belong to Hiromu Arakawa. The characters I do own are Kitten, Sakura, and the rest of the bunk. (And some random ones here and there.)

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EDIT: Again, made all the changes to errors and what not, please enjoy!


Kitten yawned when the first rays of sunlight splashed across her face. She sat up and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. She cracked her back, which was sore from sleeping on the hard plastic chairs; they didn't make that nice of a bed.

"Ah! So you're up!" The nurse stated and looked over at the note. It had been bugging her all night and into the early morning.

"What time is it?" Kitten asked, getting to her feet and stretching again, her back cracked again and her hips joints did too.

"Oh, It's um 7: 23 am." the nurse said hastily. "There's a note for you, some guy left it for you last night." the nurse added and Kitten looked at her, a look of confusion crossed her features.

"What?" She questioned and walked up to the desk. "Someone was here for me?" Kitten questioned, it sounded weird. She couldn't think of anyone she knew that would have known where she was, at least not a man. The nurse handed her the small piece of folded paper. The nurse leaned forward, she wanted to know what it said, even thought it was probably something stupid. Kitten unfolded the piece of paper and her eyes scanned over the words scribbled in black ink.

"AAUUGHHHH!!" She screeched and slammed the note down on the desk. It was facedown to the nurse's dismay. Kitten grabbed at her own hair, "WHEN WAS HE HERE?!?!" she screamed, more to herself then to the nurse. Before the nurse could answer Kitten ran to the double doors and jumped outside, looking up the sidewalk, then down the sidewalk. While Kitten was franticly looking around outside the nurse lifted the note off the desk and quickly read it.

'Hey there my little Kitty,

You look pretty damn ravishing when you're asleep. Just wanted to let you know I dropped by the check up on ya Kitty. I'll be back for you soon, you know I just can't leave you alone sweets. You're lucky you were in the hospital, or else I would have had to do something to you.

-Greed'

The nurse gagged and slammed it back down where it was on the desk. Kitten huffed as she stomped back inside the building.

"AAAAGGHHH! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!" She screamed and stomped over to where the note was sitting. She grabbed it and angrily crumpled it into a ball and slammed it into the trashcan. "CHECKING UP ON ME?!?! IS THAT WHAT HE CALLS IT?? THAT LITTLE KID-NAPPING BALL OF SHIT! AND DOING SOMETHING TO ME?!? WHAT IS HE NOW A RAPIST!!?!?! FWAAHHH!!!" Kitten cursed to herself as she stuck her foot into the trashcan and stomped on the note a few more times. The nurse watched her with amusement; she was such an energetic girl.

"Um, Ms. Kitsumi?" The doctor's voice asked from behind her. Kitten turned, her foot still in the trashcan.

"Uh, yes?" She asked, removing her foot from the small blue plastic can.

"If you would like, visiting hours have started now. Mr. Elric and Mr. Mustang are in the same room." He told her and her mouth opened slightly.

"Are they awake yet?" She asked.

"Um, I believe so." He answered; he didn't see what difference it made. The doctor had thought that would be easiest for Kitten, since she had slept in the waiting room all night to see them.

"AWW CRAP!" Kitten moaned, "What room are they in?!" She demanded the answer.

"Uh." he flipped the through the papers, "A-344." He said and Kitten took off down the hallway. He stood there confused, and the nurse giggled.

"She's such a sweet girl, but just a little on edge and a tad overly excitable." The nurse said and doctor nodded in agreement.

Kitten's feet pounded against the tile hallways as she ran down the hallway, finally she saw the sign that said 'Rooms A-330-350'. She took a turn in the direction the sign pointed her and scanned the top of the doorways until she found A-334. She opened the door and walked inside panting. Roy and Ed had been bitterly arguing, but stopped abruptly when Kitten entered the room. The door closed slowly behind her with a click.

"Y-you two!" She huffed. They both braced themselves for a rant about how they shouldn't fight. "I-I'm so glad you're all right!" She said and ran over to Roy, hugging him fiercely, then hugging Ed as well. She sat down on the small white chair between the two beds and sighed. She reached up with both hands, she took Roy's in one and Ed's in the other. She gave them both a squeeze.

For the next two weeks Kitten slept in the hospital waiting room, because when she told Roy she was going back to her dorm he freaked out.

"WHAT?!? NO!! YOU WILL GET KIDNAPPED OR WORSE AND THEIR WON'T BE ANYTHING I CAN DO!" Roy screamed and Kitten held up her hands in defeat.

"Okay, okay!" She surrendered, "Please stop moving around! You're going to open those wounds again!" She said. Ed huffed from the bed next to him and folded his arms across his chest. He had wanted to say that.

"You promise you are going to stay here then?" Roy demanded, looking at her sternly.

"Yes! I promise!" Kitten replied in a defeated tone.

Kitten had to spend every waking and sleeping hour in the hospital; she ate her meals in the food court with Ed, Al and Roy. Al would sleep up in them room with Roy and Ed to make sure nothing bad happened. During free time Kitten would hang out with Al and talk. Sakura brought her a change of clothes each day. When Sakura came she would slip out of the hospital and stroll along the sidewalks with her.

It was night when Kitten awoke from a peaceful sleep; the next morning Ed and Roy would be released from the hospital. That thought relieved her, she was ready to go back to her dorm room and sleep in a real bed, the plastic chairs weren't something she'd choose to sleep on. Kitten noticed that the nurse had fallen asleep too. Kitten got up and grabbed her own hoodie off the floor and laid it over her shoulders. She smoothed out the wrinkles out of her shirt and sighed. She walked up to the desk and scribbled a note to the nurse. Then she left. She had been trapped inside the hospital for too long now, and she needed to take some time off. Kitten walked up the empty sidewalk; she had checked the wall clock before she left. She didn't think it was dangerous to take a stroll around the block at 2:30 am; no one would be up. She was right. She walked across the street and down to the next block. The route was embedded in her mind; she was walking towards her old house. She didn't know why really, but her body moved her in all the directions. She strolled down the sidewalk, weeds breaking through the cement and showing their green leaves to the night sky. Kitten sighed and put her arms above her head. It was a nice soothing night. It was just warm enough to allow her to remove her hoodie.

"Ahhhhh!" She purred and pivoted on her heel and turning onto another sidewalk. She was walking down a residential street, the flats were side by side, and car's were parallel parked right on each others bumpers. Small alleyways separated the houses, Kitten looked up into the dark windows of each house as she passed. She wondered if the same people still lived in them. She stopped in front of a house that looked the same as all the others. A for sale sign was posted in the yard. No one even wanted to step foot inside its old oak doors, not when they knew the story behind the house. She hadn't been back here for years, and it was chilling sight. It looked exactly as she remembered it.

"I wonder why I chose now to come back here?" Kitten whispered aloud to herself. 'I keep dreaming about that day, maybe this is the way I can finally put those thoughts to rest. I haven't been back here since that fateful day. I always avoided anything that had to do with this place.' Kitten thought.

Someone watched her from an alley way a few houses behind but she didn't notice. Kitten willed herself to move forward, the house seemed to calling for her. It hadn't seen life in years. She walked up the cement steps. They were the steps she used to jump up as a young child. The memories brought tears to her eyes. She stood in front of the large oak door; it was old and worn. No one had done anything to clean the house up; it was like the realtors weren't even expecting to sell it. Well, it hadn't sold in over seven years. She could see the hole in the siding that the doorknob had made when she flung the door open on that life-changing day. She touched the hole gently. It made her shiver. Everything looked exactly as she remembered. Kitten took a few deep breaths before she reached into her back pocket. She pulled out her key ring and slowly flipped through each key. She stopped at an old large key that was weather worn and colored differently from her other new keys. She jammed the key into the lock and the door clicked open. She didn't quite know why she held onto the key, maybe it was to remember where she grew up, to remember all the good memories she used to cherish, and to remember the life she used to take for granted; until it was brutally torn from her fingers. A life that she still wished she had, even though she tried to forget about it. Wishing for it always made her heart ache. She pushed gently on the old door; it stuck before it gave way and creaked open. Kitten walked into the darkness, allowing the door to shut behind her. She didn't bother to lock it as she walked further into the darkness, she doubted anyone would follow her inside anyways. She had heard the rumors before when she was younger; this place became regarded as haunted. Moonlight shown through the grimy windows, lighting the room in a dull blue glow. Kitten walked into the family room. They hadn't moved any furniture; everything was the way she left it when she ran from the door. Except the bodies, they moved the bodies while Kitten sat on the sidewalk bawling her eyes out.

Kitten ran her fingers across the polished wood surface of an end table that was placed by the green patterned couch. A thick coat of dust covered her fingers; she blew it off her fingers into the stale air. She continued to roam around her old house. She stopped in front of the fireplace and pulled down a picture. She longingly traced the face of her father, mother, and little brother. She held it in her hand as she walked into the kitchen.

"Look Mommy, the fridge is empty." She said; talking to the picture she held in her hand. She stared into the open fridge; the light didn't work since the electric had been turned off. "You would have never let this happen. You loved cooking those hand-cooked meals." Kitten said, she felt her chest heave and tears begin to form. She could almost imagine her mother in the kitchen with her.

"Mommy!! What's for dinner today?!" A young Kitten around the age of 8 asked as she bounded into the kitchen. Her younger brother, age 6, sat at the table.

"It's meatloaf Kitten dear! Didn't I tell you that earlier?" He mother replied.

"Eeeww! I thought you'd change your mind." Kitten whined. Her mother chuckled and patted her on the head, getting dish soap bubbles in Kitten's hair.

"All girls do is whine!" Kitten's little brother complained. He flicked a fruit snack at Kitten.

"Hey! Stop that Yuhi!" Kitten shouted and stomped her foot on the tile floor.

"Stop it you two! Kitten why don't you go back outside and play, I'll call you in when dinner is ready." Her mother said. Kitten smiled up at her mother.

"Okay mommy!" Kitten exclaimed and dashed from the kitchen. Her giggles filled the air as she ran through the living room and out the large oak doors. The sounds of laughter drifted in from the streets, where the other kids were playing.

Kitten could almost see the memory play out in front of her eyes. She ran her hands across the countertop, stirring up the dust that had settled there over all the long years. The person who had been watching Kitten was now inside, a safe distance behind her, but still watching. Kitten drifted back into the entryway. She stared up at the stairs. More tears slid down her face. She started her trek up the old staircase. Each stair creaked under her weight, these old stairs weren't used to weight. She reached the top of the stairs and looked over to the left, the glass from the shattered family picture was still on the ground. Kitten looked at the picture she held in her hand and ran her finger over her father's face.

"You would have scolded me for that." She told the picture, "I'm sorry Daddy." She whispered, her voice cracking. She turned, unable to walk into her parent's room. She walked down the hall with shaky steps. She stopped outside her little brother's door; the sign that stated 'DO NOT ENTER' was still taped to the door. Kitten gave a half-smile and more tears spilled down her face and dripped off her chin. She pushed open the door; the memory of her brother yelling at her to 'close the door and get out!' was still fresh in her memory.

Kitten creaked open the door and peeked into the room. Suddenly someone's face was right in front of hers. Kitten stepped back into the hall with wide eyes.

"KITTEN! GET OUT!" Her brother yelled at her and Kitten frowned.

"Why can't I come in?!" She whined and stomped her foot angrily.

"Because you're a girl." He replied, as if she should have known this all along.

"That's not fair!" Kitten wailed as he glared at her from where he was sitting on the bed.

"You hated it when I went into your room." Kitten told the picture she held. She dared not step into his room; instead she gently shut the door and walked towards her old room. She pushed the door open. Kitten breathed in the old scent of the house, it made her cry even more. She walked into the room, her vision blurry from all the tears. She walked across her faded pink carpeting and touched the dolls that were lined on her shelf. She looked at the pictures she had drawn that were hanging on the walls. She sat down on the bed. She leaned forward, putting her face in her hands.

The person downstairs was in the family room, looking at the pictures on the mantel. He picked one up and looked at the little Kitten. He replaced it in the exact same spot and looked up the staircase. He wondered why she had come back here; he didn't know anything about her past. Nothing made sense, why was the house empty but still filled with furniture?

Kitten walked from her room, using the wall for support as she made her way towards her parent's room. The tears were beginning to sting her cheeks. Her chest heaved with the painful breaths as she clutched the picture close to her chest.

"Why?" She asked herself softly as she looked at her parent's bedroom door. 'Why did all of this have to happen to me? Look what I've become now; I'm not even human anymore. It's almost like this past human life doesn't belong to me anymore, but it still hurts so much. There were so many things I could have done if none of this ever happened to me!' She pushed the door open. There was still the faint stench of death hanging in the room. The bloodstains had been cleaned off the floor but she could still see them in her mind's eye. She dropped to the floor with a light thump. Tears flowing in a stream from her eyes, they dripped down her chin and onto the floor. She remembered looking in at their bloody bodies; the memories seared her brain making her cry aloud with pain. She laid on the exact spot where her mother and father were laying when they died. She put her face against the hardwood floor of the bedroom floor. In her hand she still clutched the picture frame. She sobbed violently her body racked with chills; she pulled herself in a fetal position still laying on her side on the floor.

"I wonder, why didn't I die that day? I shouldn't be alive, not after all I've done." Kitten whispered harshly to herself. Her voice sounded unstable as she pushed the words from her throat.

The person was coming up the stairs, carefully; he made sure each step didn't creak loudly. Kitten's crying was so loud that it would have blocked out the noise anyways. He winced at the painful sound of her sobs. He had pieced to together by now; her family must have died.

"Mommy. Daddy." She cried over and over again. "My brother. My parents. My family." She cried; her hand that was holding the picture was shaking. "Why? Why didn't I die?" She cried to the picture, staring into the smiling faces of her mother, father, little brother, and own smiling face. "I'm so sorry, so very sorry." Kitten cried, she rubbed the spot on the floor passionately.

"I should have visited you before this. I'm sorry I waited so long. Oh god, Mommy and Daddy. I love you. I love you so much." She cried her body still shaking violently and her tears were still coming; like a rainfall that wouldn't stop.

He was standing in the doorway now, staring down at the crumpled form of Kitten. The moonlight shone across his face, Greed lost all want to kid-nap her the moment he heard her talking to the photo in the kitchen. He thought he didn't even have feelings, a homunculus wasn't supposed to feel like this.

Kitten hiccupped.

"Why did you die? Why?" She continued these two sentences over and over again. It was like all the emotions that were locked inside of her were finally set free. The floor creaked as Greed stepped forward, Kitten didn't even notice. There was a pounding in her head, she could feel herself loosing grip. "Why?" She cried again. Greed dropped to his knees and reached out towards her. His hand touched her arm.

The touch of another person tore her out of the whirlwind of painful memories and she sat up, screaming the only thing she could think about.

"DADDY! MOMMY!" She cried, and looked right into Greed's face. In the blue moonlight Greed could see her mouth open in shock. His normal features of twisted humor and power seemed replaced with ones that seemed more human-like, Kitten should have been angry but now she couldn't help it. She started crying again, even though she didn't want to. Her body was still shaking and the picture was still gripped in her hand, her knuckles had gone white. Her heart was beating quickly and her breath was uneven in short gasps.

Greed wrapped his arms around her, not knowing why he cared. Maybe it was because he didn't have a family, he couldn't remember who brought him back anymore, and he didn't know anyone who went through pain like this. He was supposed to be greedy and uncaring, but everything needs feelings and Greed had finally found his. Kitten didn't fight back; she couldn't, because she had no will to fight against his embrace.

"I just noticed something, you looked human just now. Maybe, you could hold me for a while?" Kitten said roughly between sobs. Greed's embrace faltered for a few seconds, no one had ever said something like that before. All he ever heard from the normal whores he would play around with was, "wow you're so hot." or "oh yes!!!"

She set the picture on the floor next to her feet and brought her arms around Greed and hugged him back. His embrace comforted her. All these years she had been hiding this storm of pain behind her smile. The fight in the park brought it swirling back slowly. The scene of Roy, with the wounds he burned closed. Ed risking his life so he could get her out of the clutches of the homunculi. It was all to protect her. The pain of thinking she would loose someone close to her again shook the very foundation she had built to keep the painful memories back. When she saw both of them risking everything to save her she felt the whole wall crumble. The room was coated in a shade of orange light as the sun began to rise over the buildings. Kitten released Greed and wiped her raw eyes. The skin under her eyes burned but she ignored the pain as she stared out the window. She squinted as the light flashed into her eyes; she moved a hand to block the light.

Greed stared at her delicate figure; he always looked at girls as objects, things to brag about and then toss out when they got old. Kitten looked different to him, she looked like something more, something deeper than an object, yet something that was just out of his grasp. Even if she was sitting only a few inches away from him he knew he couldn't have her, and that made him want her more.

Kitten sniffed and wiped her eyes again. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands. She sat on the floor like a helpless child. Greed stood easily and held out a hand for her to take.

"I'll make peace for now." Kitten bargained and took his hand sniffing. He pulled Kitten to her feet. Her legs wobbled as soon as she was standing and she fell forward against Greed. "Ack!" She let out a groan, she was returning to her normal self. She was happier now, she had gotten it all out, she wouldn't hide those feelings ever again the wall was down for good.

"I never saw the sensitive side of you before Kitty." Greed whispered into her ear and Kitten stiffened against him.

"I really wish you of all people didn't see that." Kitten huffed and Greed smiled rubbing her back. Kitten let out a sigh and looked up at Greed. "But still, I'm glad you were here for me, it helped." She paused and added, "I hate asking you this, but I need a piggyback ride." She said, her legs still shaking. Greed smiled and winked at her.

"I never thought you'd ask." He said slyly and Kitten groaned. He turned and Kitten crawled onto his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but was careful not to choke him; even though she knew it didn't matter. He started out of the room and Kitten laid her cheek against the back of his head.

"Good bye." She told the empty room where here parents used to sleep. Greed walked down the stairs and Kitten stopped him before he could exit the house. "Wait! I want to get something." Kitten told him and Greed walked into the family room. He stopped in front of the mantel.

"How'd you know?" Kitten asked and Greed just snorted.

"Just a guess." He stated and Kitten grabbed one of the other family pictures off the mantel and held it in her hand. Greed walked back through the small family room and outside into the fresh morning air. Kitten took a deep breath and exhaled, it felt great. Little kids were playing in the street and Greed dodged around them. Kitten watched them, feeling a tug at her soul, the part of her that would always wish she could have spent more time as a child. Although she knew she couldn't bring that back, she had to move forward now. They walked back towards the hospital, the sun was now above the buildings and everything was bright. Greed squatted and Kitten slid off his back, she held the picture tightly in her hand.

"Thanks Greed, I actually really needed you." Kitten admitted looking at her feet.

"Yes, I guess you do owe me something, maybe coming with me?" He asked and Kitten glared up at him.

"What?! No wa—" She was cut off as he swooped down, cupping her chin in his hand and kissing her on the lips. He broke the kiss and winked at her. Kitten looked bewildered and shocked, then her face flashed with anger. "WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!" She screamed; and Greed stepped away from her.

"Later Kitty, don't think this means I'll stop trying to kidnap you!" He said and winked as he ran off, leaving Kitten standing on the corner in front of the hospital. She watched him until he was out of sight; she actually thought she started caring for him. She slapped herself for even thinking that and stormed back into the hospital, but she couldn't completely stop thinking about the way her looked when he was holding her. His expression looked so caring and peaceful, completely unlike him in every way.

The nurse slammed her hands down on the desk, startling some of the patients that were sitting in the waiting room.

"KITSUMI!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!" The nurse yelled. Kitten waved her free hand in front of her face,

"Sorry I scared you, but I had to take care of something that was nagging at me." She explained, not wanting to dwell on the details. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her and a high-pitched voice squealed into her ear.

"KITTEENNN!!" It was Sakura. Kitten smiled at her friend, who looked worried. "Where were you really?" She questioned, then spied the picture frame in Kitten's hand. "What's that?" She asked and Kitten held it up and showed it to her. "Was this—?" Sakura started and Kitten nodded.

"Yes this was my family." She answered Sakura's unsaid question.

"Oh I'm so sorry Kitten, were you—?"

"Yes, I was in the house." Kitten answered, again saying the answer before Sakura could get the question out. Sakura was the only one that knew about the deaths of her mother, father, and little brother.

"Are you alright?" Sakura asked and looked into her friends face, her eyes dug into Kitten's.

"I'm fine, really!" Kitten told her friend, Sakura put a hand to her chest and let out a sigh or relief.

"Oh I'm so glad." She answered and then held out a change of clothes. "Here! Roy and Ed are about to be released, so change quickly!" Sakura said and winked. Kitten handed the picture frame to her friend and grabbed the change of clothes. She ran into the bathroom to dress. Sakura looked at the picture she held in her hands. She could see her own reflection in it. "I wish I could go back into my house." Sakura whispered to herself, and closed her eyes.

Sakura sat at her father's bedside. He was deathly sick and no one knew what it was. Somehow no one else had caught it, he was the only one that was suffering. It wasn't fair at all. Sakura didn't want to see him like this. He was always so strong, giving her piggyback rides and fixing everything that broke. He was a regular super dad to her. Sakura was crying. His eyes had closed after he whispered that he looked her very much. Sakura figured that he just needed to sleep. He was always sleeping now. Her mother could barely function, she didn't know how to do anything that father did. How would they ever get by without him. Sakura didn't know what to do. The tears wouldn't stop falling, no matter how hard she tried to stop them.

The next morning when Sakura woke up the house was filled with the loudest crying she had ever heard. Sakura ran from her room and into the room where father her. Her mother's frail frame was draped over fathers and she crying so hard that the bed was shaking. Father wasn't moving. It hit Sakura like a train. Her father had died, and now they truly were alone. There was nothing more they could do. He couldn't beat whatever was dragging him down. Everything was over. Sakura broke down in the doorway, her wails mixed in with her mothers and the house echoed the cries back. The crying lasted for hours before Sakura ran and locked herself in her room while the people in white came to take her father away. Her mother continued to cry and wail from downstairs. Sakura put a pillow over her ears to block out all the crying, even her own. Finally after hours of sobbing, she somehow managed to fall asleep, only to dreams of seeing her father laying dead in his bed.

Sakura laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Everything had changed for her; she had no idea where her and her mother would go from here. The house was eerily quite that morning. Then again, her father was always the one banging around in the kitchen and making all the noise to get everyone else up. She really missed him. She began crying again as she pushed the covers off her bed. She didn't bother getting dressed; she would spend all day in her nightgown. She walked down the stairs; the house was completely silent. Maybe her mother had gone out somewhere. Sakura decided she would check the garage to see if her mother had went out or not. The house smelled like sickness and death and Sakura didn't want to stay here for much longer. Sakura hoped that her mother would feel the same way. Maybe they could move and try to start a new life.

Sakura creaked open the door to the garage and Sakura was hit with a cloud of exhaust fumes. She coughed and felt her eyes water. She squinted her eyes open and saw her mother's car in front of her. There was a figure draped over the steering wheel, and she wasn't moving. Sakura opened her eyes more and flung the door open. The fumes leaked into the house as Sakura ran towards the car. She slammed her hands against the driver's side window.

"MOM! MOM! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Sakura screamed in vain. Her mother still didn't move. Sakura pulled the door open and quickly reached over her mother and turned off the car. Sakura shook her mother's shoulders and her head lolled back. Sakura screamed and ran back into the house. Throwing herself onto the couch. She pressed her face into a pillow and screamed.

After Sakura had halfway regained her composer she picked up the phone and dialed 911. As soon as she heard someone's voice she started to sob, but she still pushed the story out.

"M-my mommy! She-she-she is dead in the car! She-she killed herself! I-I don't what to do! P-please help m-me!" Sakura wailed and the woman on the other line asked where she was and Sakura answered.

"We will be there in a few minutes." The woman stated and the line went dead. Sakura replaced the phone. She turned and looked through the open door in the garage. Her mother's lifeless body was now laying back against the seat. Sakura closed her eyes and curled into a ball in the corner of the family room. Soon the cop cars and ambulances were outside. Sakura could hear the sirens but her mind couldn't focus. Someone picked her up and brought her outside. They were talking and asking questions but she couldn't respond. The shock was setting in.

After a few days that blurred together in Sakura's mind she found herself in a foster home. She sat in the corner, never speaking to any of the other kids. She was always in her own world. She could barely focus on anything. Months passed in a daze and she couldn't comprehend anything. She was like the walking dead. She didn't have anything left and there was no way she could go back. She always blamed herself for what happened, if only she had been better, than maybe her mother wouldn't have killed herself. Sakura always wondered why her mother killed herself like that, was it Sakura's fault? Did she do something wrong after their father died? Was she not enough?

Then the fateful day came when there was a knock on the foster door and three men in military uniforms came in.

"We are looking for a Sakura." One stated and Sakura turned to look at them. Her eyes were bottomless pits of misery. The men standing in the door looked like the very image of strength and power, what Sakura wished she had possessed.

"ROY! ED!!" Kittens delightful shout shook Sakura from her daydream. Kitten had dropped the old clothes onto an empty chair and was running towards the two men. Kitten leaped and Roy butted Ed out of his way, hogging the large hug Kitten gave him. She squeezed him to the point that the doctor was about to raise his hand to stop her.

"HEY! YOU KICKED ME OUT OF THE WAY YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" Ed accused and Roy smirked at him. Kitten released Roy and hugged Ed as well; Al was standing behind them.

"Don't worry. I filled out all the papers and everything." He told Kitten.

"Thanks Al! Your so sweet." Kitten cooed and gave him a hug too. Al rubbed the back of his armor plated head and blushed.

"Uh, well, you know, it's nothing really." he stammered. Sakura picked up Kitten's old clothes and came over to join them.

"Hey let's go out for ice cream!" She suggested and Kitten smiled, pumping her fists into the air.

"YEAH!" She squealed and everyone laughed. All five of them exited the hospital and walked down the road, talking animatedly about anything that came into their heads. From atop a building Greed watched them, his eyes focused on Kitten. He couldn't stop thinking of the way she felt in his arms.

"Dammit girl, you had to go and change me." He said to Kitten, although she couldn't hear him. He couldn't stop watching the smile on her face as she waltzed up the sidewalk.

End Chapter 8! This chapter is a little different than the way it was originally written. Greed's letter was actually written in a really cool font from DaFont. But the picture probably wouldn't show up here so yeahhh. I put it in a different font anyways, but not the one I would have liked. So that's the only real difference there, too bad I couldn't keep the cool font. Well anyways please R&R!